Culling grey skies of winter sets a chilling warmth;
Soft as a silk handkerchief against the skin,
I feel the vibrations of the cunning solstice,
Nothing too vain I suppose…
Chill
Published by ruckwarrior
From the desert sands to the wilderness to the writing pad is where you'll find me these days. I'm a veteran turned storyteller writing about life and war. I capture the human experience through fresh eyes, compassion, and an open heart. Vulnerability and candidness are the lifeblood to my storytelling. My writing encompasses war, life after war, the outdoors, the reality and struggles we all face while living as guests on this earth, and joy that can be had once we discover ourselves. View all posts by ruckwarrior
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